This is a song about "Hearing loss"

Tired of hearing all these gimmicks

I only got four minutes

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Aight u wanna battle, get for your 6 loss,

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

Or hearing the noise of ammo

Alcohol and booty calls

But in the end it is his loss,

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

A blind man takes advantage of not seeing by enhanced hearing

Loss of time for play-doh; i'm steady spending more pesos

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

All those fragmented, sputtered flowery words she was almost hearing

So step off, better pause, that buckshot or there gonna be a loss

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce